Sea Shell Soap Shelf
Sally’s sales of seashells was slow, so Sally slipped on a skimpy swimsuit and seductively sauntered the seashore. Sales of Sally’s salaciously solicited shells skyrocketed.
“Sally!!”, snapped Sally’s shocked sister Samantha. “Settle...” Sally sedately said, “...sex sells seashells. Still single, sis?”
The story’s significance: Should Sea Shell Soap Shelf sales slip, sever speculation, shield your spectacles. Swollen stark-naked soap sellers shall be storming your seashores.